A torrential Southern downpour totally wiped out my sacred circle. All that's left are the scars on the forest floor. Studying our own scars, have we learned from them? Are they part of our continuous story?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

A very cold winter's day in Carolina played with my imagination and continuation to learn how to survive like an animal. No matter what, their stories grow beyond such things like cold. Learning how to become stronger through animal studies.

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

A powerful winter rain storm has destroyed my sacred circle, place of prayer and meditation. I can't be sad. It's nature!

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Two space companies want to make it possible to spread human ashes on the surface of the moon. How will it change the way we embrace such a work of art in the sky?

Thanks for being part of the conversation I am the Poet In The Forest. A children series I penned out in the 1990s. None of it would be possible if it wasn’t for this forest in South Charlotte, NC. I talk about it so much that I thought maybe it’s time you get to meet all that inspires me. Thanks for being part of the conversation

Naked are the trees. No leaves. It plays with the mind. Kind of makes you wonder what they see in us. I may pay the taxes for this unbelievable forest, but I've never seen it as mine. I'm only a bystander. One day I'd love to be as free as the six point buck standing in front of me eating what I truly can't see.